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... I reached out for my wife, expecting the warmth of her body, the curve of her form pressed into the mattress beside me—but there was nothing. Just empty sheets that had gone cold long ago.
I sat up, a low curse rolling off my tongue, the room swimming with that eerie quiet that makes the night feel like a damn ghost town. My mind prickled—pins and needles, agitation crawling up my spine.
"Livana?" My voice cut through the room, deep and commanding, but all I got in return was th ...
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